December 2010
27 posts
i am back writing private shit on livejournal. i will try to do most everything on tumblr but sometimes have to write private friends only shit, don’t all you fuckers? god. louie louie louie louie. louie louie louie louie. louie louie louie louie. louie louie you’re gonna frrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
okay, i can’t leave a second note for fanning apparently? tumblr consistently thwarts me. i wanted to say that i am a billion percent with the creativity resolution, and that i am absolutely excited to see what comes out of his year end writing. in any form. even if he never shows us any of it, but just makes individual dream visits to whisper tiny little individualized passages.
i will be...
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Jackie Earle art →
Dude. You guys. I woke up and thought of the perfect title.
o come let us adore nick
I guess you wish that I’d put pictures of me here wearing 2 new sweaters I love, purchased in Saginaw. Gosh. Nope. My mom bought me seasons 1 & 2 of Homicide for a gift, and my aunt gave me super cute measuring cups and an apron. It’s one of those aprons with a wienus drawn on it! No, it’s not. I ate a lot of venison at home. You ate a lot of Benson at home. OH the main thing...
Amy Andronicus: "In honor of all those women out... →
amyandronicus:
This is the STIGMA Manifesto, written by Sarah Jacobson in 2002 as a response to rampant sexism in movies, and institutionalized sexism in the filmmaking industry. STIGMA, which stands for “Sisters United in Girlie Movie-Making Action!” represents a call to arms for anyone who’s dissatisfied with…
oh come let us adore niiiiiick. chriiiiist nick...
i have such a violent reaction to this. it makes me think of that zac efron movie for some reason. omg. you know what i mean. scrubs. please help. not efron, but a different word from a time before “efron” was a word in my brain. zach. sac? sac from scrubs made some terrible movie, and this makes me think of the emotions it wanted to provoke within me. resentful to this day. the idea...
milk. movies. mack.
Yesterday at my eye doctor’s this super tall-and-nervous eye-doc-in-training took me to a back room. He was the whole time clearly feeling super awk about who’d go through doors first and that sort of thing. I sat in the weird examination chair while he pulled up my chart on the computer, and began with “So, are you still nursing?” The next few seconds is like an out of bod...
Féministe Américain →
